The Apocalypse is NEAR

How do I know this?

COOKIE MONSTER WILL SOON BE CUTTING BACK ON COOKIES AND SINGING ABOUT FRUITS AND VEGETABLES.

Yes, kiddies, the p.c. police have decided that it's time NOT for parents to get their fat-assed Gameboy-loving brats to exercise, but it's Jim Henson and Co. that should do this job. They've caved, Mr. Monster is doing Atkins, and there will be less blue shag carpeting when we look at him. That's like Voltron deciding he needs to wear more plastic and Thundercats feeling the need to trim their claws, put down their weapons and nap more in the sun! WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK????

God forbid someone's feelings get hurt. What overwhelming bullshit.

And Bag O'Rocks is TRULY annoying me today. I can't wait to leave before he does, that is, if someone sees fit to hire me at all. Which I'm hoping and praying for, but won't be easy in this market.

My ceiling's caving in and Mr. Puppy and the Drunk upstairs are really getting on my nerves. Have I metioned that I once saw (through my peephole) his friend CARRY him up the stairs passed out on a Friday night at about 2 am? He's a police chief or something. Who doesn't walk his dog enough, or I'd see them constantly. Instead, I hear this dog running to and fro constantly and now my ceiling has chips left and right. For the rent I pay, I'm living in Tenement Central. I mean, Please, ok?

Enough.